Poems About: LIMERICK
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289.The Statue: A Limerick
Once there was a statue of gold
Elegant and beautiful to behold
One day it started to tarnish
To save it they covered it with varnish read more »Jim Milks
290.Morning Routine: A Limerick
Everyday the young store clerk
Would show up to work with a smirk
Each morning his girlfriend would have her body on display
with that body he would play read more »Jim Milks
291.Limerick For Sherrie - With Special Meaning
Fifty cows grazing on the green grass,
when a young one, a Polled Herford lass
tried to let out a burp,
it was more of a slurp. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
292.a place to sleep - limerick
I wish that I had a bed.
I sleep on the floor instead.
It’s such a small place,
With no room or space, read more »Scot Warren
293.Theo - A Limerick For You
I wonder if poetesse Theo
is a Libra or even a Leo.
She will currently need
both to uplift indeed read more »Herbert Nehrlich
294.Twelve Light Limericks
A young lady had travelled from Pisa,
but had failed to arrange for a visa.
So they turned her around
on the technical ground read more »Herbert Nehrlich
295.The Rainy Night: A Limerick
Driving home on a rainy night
sitting alone my passions ignite read more »Jim Milks
296.The Schlongpump (Limerick)
Fifty years she had lived with the geezer,
he was ninety and still an old teaser.
He kept saying his EX
wanted twice daily sex. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
297.An Erotic Limerick
My darling, I have a request.
Would you mind if I held you and pressed
both my lips and my face
to your secretive place read more »Herbert Nehrlich
298.A Limerick For Ted
It was Buford the Sheriff who said
if you're not in your house and in bed
you can carry a stick
to ward OFF every prick read more »Herbert Nehrlich
299.Limericks - A Few More
A cadet named Hieronymous Sears
went to town but found nothing but queers.
At a weight-watch café
he could not even say read more »Herbert Nehrlich
Some guys do tell terrible lies.
And some lies can be offered with fries.
I can usually tell
when a mademoiselle read more »Herbert Nehrlich